You who live safeIn your warm houses,You who find, returning in the evening,Hot food and friendly face:Consider if this is a manWho works in the mudWho does not know peaceWho fights for a scrap of breadWho dies because of a yes or a no.Consider if this is a woman,Without hair and without nameWith no more strength to remember,Her eyes empty and her womb coldLike a frog in winter.Meditate that this came about:I commend these words to you.Carve them in your heartsAt home, in the street,Going to bed, rising;Repeat them to your children,Or may your house fall apart,May illness impede you,May your children turn their faces from you